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clout mz - dior lyrics

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[intro]
(hmm+hmm+hmm)
dior on body
(hmm+hmm)
on body

[chorus]
got a new trip to j+pan
make a new song, that’s a trend
i ain’t got not time for not hoes i just want to get b+tches and bands till i die
she got the good body i’ma smash
watch me getting top on a car
hating on me, hating on my music, crazy how these n+gga wanna see me die
dior on my body
tryna be somebody
you cannot copy me
you cannot take my sh+t
ballin’ like kobe on da block
some’ hard on pants is my glock
whatchu gonna do? gonna fight?(huh)
keep it on the low, and all will be fine

[verse 1]
so your b+tch now is mine
n+gga mad? d+mn
f+cking your girl and i posted on the gram
hatin’ on me but you gon’ be a fan
keep calling my phone ju+just to get a gram
so that b+tch gave me face
i don’t even know what to say
n+ggas sucking d+ck for weed that sh+t g+y
n+gga you better stay
my homies we rolling the same
(okey hold on, hold on)
yeah that’s a fact, i’m doing this for fun (huh)
got a new bean take my soul (d+mn)
now your lil b+tch wanna talk?
i gotta drop
out of control
all you n+ggas are opps
my last girl she did me wrong
no trust to not b+tch unless they wanna f+ck
red light
lil boy you better stop
[chorus]
dior on my body
tryna be somebody
you cannot copy me
you cannot take my sh+t

[verse 2]
got a new trip to j+pan
make a new song, that’s a new trend
she got the good ass so i’ma smash
watch me getting top on a car
and every night, you gon’ fight
hmm, hmm
cause’ i’m from new york (yurrrr)
where you gotta trap to get some’
young n+ggas dying can’t do this not more
sippin’ on lean all the night
gotta bless my momma she glow like the stars

[chorus]
got a new trip to j+pan
make a new song, that’s a trend
i ain’t got not time for not hoes i just want to get b+tches and bands till i die
she got the good body i’ma smash
watch me getting top on a car
hating on me, hating on my music, crazy how these n+gga wanna see me die
dior on my body
tryna be somebody
you cannot copy me
you cannot take my sh+t
ballin’ like kobe on da block
some’ hard on my pants is my glock
whatchu gonna do? gonna fight?
keep it on the low, and all will be fine



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